The brutes invaded the forest, accompanied by the odor of blood and death. Though the animals had long since fled, the fairies and I shivered with fear as we hid near the spring. No sign of the brave soul's arrival could be seen, and I furiously questioned the unseen savior why I had been abandoned. Tears of dread ran down my cheeks as I knew the destruction of the spring would herald the downfall of the world. Yet as time passed, none came to grasp the hilt.